He also supplies a handy guide to the myopic of it's contents...
"When the shadow of the grasshopper
falls across the the trail of the field mouse
on green and slimey grass as a red sun rises
above the western horizon silhouetting
a gaunt and tautly muscled indian warrior
perched with a bow and arrow cocked and aimed
straight at you it's time for another martini"
- or possibly, time to scatter your beads, trinkets, and pieces of mirror, and run like b*ggery.
The more astute among you may notice that the last line does not appear in the original picture...
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